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A Close Sympathy

I’m unique from dry soil under duress
Buried by stains, watered by darkness
When I emerge my roots beg my return
But my flowers see the light they yearn
I am cultivated by memory and witness
A heart forever lost in your wilderness

My words can only suggest or quiz
For what is truth, tell me what it is
The closest sympathy you can bring
Is the name inside your wedding ring
But the ones I once owned and wore
Are lost in the last words I ever swore